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We invite you, wherever you are ? whether you are at home or whatever ? to kick your shoes off and put your feet up and lean back and get yourself a cup of coffee or something, and just relax and join us in enjoying some very quietened, romantic and relaxed music for a couple of hours.
Born... Live... Die... Signify. (hangs up phone) Instrumental |
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At the age of sixteen
I grew out of hope I regarded the cosmos Through a circle of rope So I threw out my plans Ran on to the wheel And emptied my head Of all childish ideals The sleep of no feeling The sleep of no being The sleep of no dreaming I married the first girl Who wasn't a man And smiled as the spiders Ran all over my hands Made a good living By dying it's true As the world in my TV Leaked on to my shoes |
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Waiting... to be born again
Wanting... the saddest kind of pain Waiting for the day when I will crawl away Nothing is what I feel Waiting... for the drugs to make it real Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away Waiting... to be disciplined Aching... for your nails across my skin Waiting... for the day when I will crawl away |
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Telepath Carbon trapped under stone
Brother mother pale body is thrown Only way I know to have fun Fill up my blood, my veins, my lungs ESP city - rainy and blue Burn down this town, I give it to you Aero shallow, photograph blind Stage fright, black light, coma divine No sense of time Sever tomorrow Exitless mind - ESP Sever tomorrow School out invective, losing my voice Film shredding on in multiple choice America calls, I must go Oprah saviour, I feel that low |
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Modem load and failsafe
Electric teenage dust Hit the solvent keypad Start the neural rust Power on the highway Data in my head Surfing on the network Part of me is dead Every Home is Wired Swimming in the circuit Somebody has expired This world will be the future Every home is wired |
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(Written by Wilson, Barbieri, Edwin and Maitland)
Instrumental |
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